Ivan had brought a crew of tattooed thugs with him. They closed in around Frederick, forming an impenetrable circle. "Were you the one who sent that photo to the company group chat?" Frederick asked. He was already boiling with anger, his eyes furious as he faced Ivan. Ivan laughed heartily and admitted, "You can't blame me for that. I just played your own game! “You're the one who allowed yourself to get into a compromising position and handed me the leverage. So, I decided to show it to everyone and make sure to ruin your reputation!" He turned to a menacing-looking man beside him and said, "Don, this is the guy who beat up several of your men at my office." Donnie Brasco had a cigarette dangling from his lips. He sized Frederick up and said with a smirk, "Oh! So, you're the one with the guts to hurt my guys, huh? You owe me a million dollars in medical bills. Pay up, or you'll spend the rest of your life in a hospital!" Frederick shot back, "How about I give you ten millio
Frederick's gaze was icy and intense. "Spill!” he snarled. “Who gave you the photos and told you to post them in the company group chat?"Frederick doubted Marissa could come up with this plan alone. Someone else had to be involved.Ivan suddenly smirked, his grin cold. "I just remembered—you can't kill me because I'm Director Zeke's man. If you do, Zeke will come after Jennifer, and she might even lose her position! She's only twenty-seven, and already the CEO of the company, but a lot of people in her family are jealous of her!"Frederick didn't react. "Fine, I won't kill you."Ivan got cocky and mocked, "Then let me go! You can fight, loser, but that's all. You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear!"Smack! Before Ivan could finish, Frederick's hand shot across his face, knocking out a front tooth.Ivan screamed in rage, "You mother—"Smack! Smack! Smack!Frederick didn't give him a chance to finish. He kept slapping him; his hits were relentless and rhythmic."Arg
"Captain Zephyr, we've investigated, but there are no witnesses nearby. Whoever did this is likely a top-tier expert. Could the murderer be a member of the Tiger Faction or one of the Great Four Warrior Clans?" said a member of the law enforcement team. Willa frowned. "I need to find out who this expert is. Go ahead! Look into this!" Just then, someone rushed in with urgent news. "Captain Zephyr, we received an emergency order. The higher-ups want us to report that Donnie was causing trouble in the streets, and our team shot him dead!" Willa's expression changed dramatically. "Again? Last time, with the Ripper incident, the mayor's office ordered us to take credit even though our team didn’t solve the case!" "Maybe your dad is trying to help you get ahead," a subordinate replied awkwardly. "Cut it out!” Willa snapped. “I became Captain Zephyr because of my hard work. It has nothing to do with my dad being mayor!" "Yes, Captain..." Willa frowned as she recalled the man who
Frederick felt uncomfortable. He glanced around and asked, "Ms. Smith, don't you think you're a bit much? Everyone is staring at us."With a beaming smile, Jasmine replied, "They're just jealous!"Frederick's mouth twitched, unable to form a response."By the way, you mentioned Jen was in danger here, right? But it doesn't seem like there are any traps, from what I can tell," Jasmine said, shifting the topic.Frederick shook his head, explaining, "Danger often hides in the shadows. It's not absent; it just hasn't shown itself yet."Meanwhile, Jennifer was upstairs in a business meeting. When she saw Jasmine and Frederick, displeasure flickered across her face. Why was he here? Did he show up at the banquet, trying to irritate her even more?"Would you like me to deal with him?" Donovan made the suggestion with malicious intent.Jennifer dismissed the idea. "Leave it. Just ignore him. I don't want him to interrupt my networking here." She had planned meetings with several b
Jennifer was well aware that Frederick, who came from a modest background, wasn't familiar with the games played by the wealthy elite. Despite their laid-back appearance, Stan and his friends were worldly and accustomed to high society, having grown up with one-on-one tutoring and luxurious international education. In terms of various skills, they far surpassed the average person. Moreover, betting a million on a game with such poor odds was a sure path to disaster. Jennifer's expression was stern as she said, "You're just a low-wage worker earning a few thousand a month. What will you do if you lose? How will you cover a million-dollar debt? Your family struggled to raise you; don't ruin your life trying to show off." After a moment of shock, Stan and his friends burst into laughter. "Man! We seriously thought you were a wealthy child in disguise; however, you are a poor child earning a pitiful wage." "If you can't afford to play, then scram! This isn't a game for someone
Scoring a perfect game in billiards was a rarity, having only been achieved a few times in the sport's history. Scientifically, the likelihood of pocketing every ball due to variables like the cue ball's trajectory, air resistance, and friction was almost zero. Yet, at that moment, every ball effortlessly sank into the pockets. Milo found this hard to believe and shouted on top of his lungs, "This guy must be cheating! No one can score a perfect game!" Jasmine couldn't help but smirk, saying, “All this equipment is yours. If you're suggesting Frederick cheated, are you implying that you're cheaters too?"The onlookers exchanged glances, but none were able to counter her point. Frederick replied casually, "What? Isn't billiards all about pocketing the balls? I thought this was supposed to be hard, but it's really easy!" He'd only played a couple of times, but for someone like Hades, it was a walk in the park. Frederick provoked, "Got any other challenges? I'm game!" His c
Donovan's complexion changed rapidly at the criticism. Suddenly, a muscular man with an imposing appearance emerged from the crowd. It was Sebastian, Mirage City's top Krav Maga expert. He had beaten several international pros and was considered the closest one could get to being a Savant Grandmaster. "Sebastian, I'm glad you could make it!" Stan said, rushing over. "We've got a troublemaker here who hit me and said everyone was worthless!" Sebastian's temper flared, and he shouted, "Who has the guts to say that? Didn’t he insult me too?!" Stan made things up on the spot, claiming, "I even mentioned your name, but he said you're as insignificant as an ant to him." Sebastian's eyes blazed with anger. He scoffed coldly, "Looks like I haven't killed anyone in a while and some people have forgotten to fear me!" A chilling aura emanated from him, sending shivers down everyone's spines. "This guy's leveled up! He's almost at the level of a Savant Grandmaster!" Sebastian stood
"If you bark a few times, I might just let today's incident slide," Frederick remarked, his eyes narrowed and his expression calm.Surprisingly, Sebastian actually got down on all fours and barked. "Woof! Woof woof! Mr. Lester, if it means you’ll forgive me, I'll even call you father!"Frederick curled his lip in disdain. "Forget it! I can't afford to have a son like you."Jennifer observed in stunned silence from upstairs.What was happening? She had encountered Sebastian before. He was undeniably an arrogant, rich kid. And now he had actually humbled himself to this extent? It was truly bewildering.Donovan approached. "Jennifer, Mr. Lambert has invited us for tea on the third floor. I managed to arrange this opportunity for you after some difficulty.""Mr. Lambert?"When the Tiger Faction was mentioned, a subtle unease crept into Jennifer's heart. Nevertheless, she nodded resolutely, trusting Donovan."All right! Hold onto my bag. I'll be right back from the restroom.""Sur